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Taking Grace Freeman Part 2
Grace Freeman
My eyes were glued to the television screen in a combination of horror, humiliation and excitement.
Wishing I had a large Gin & Tonic, I again, watched myself being beaten, spanked and then fucked in every possible position by the young brute I now address as ‘Master’ and his black friend.
How clever they had been in editing the video tape, it really did look as though I was enjoying every single moment. Gone were the loud, vicious commands, ordering me to do their bidding, gone were the worst of my beatings, my cries of defiance and anger, my screams of pain.
All substituted in the forty five minute tape by a middle aged woman moaning and whimpering in ecstasy to the attentions of two young men, spanking her then fucking her in every conceivable manner.
Just a week ago, I had woken as normal, a well to do, middle class housewife, with some mid life crisis secrets maybe, but still in full control of her own destiny. But that one morning, five days ago, everything changed.
Five days ago, the young brute, I now refer to, as ‘Master,’ subjected me to such margins of pain and ecstasy I had never before known, that, even now, as I watch again my own degradation, I am totally unable to control the throbbing between my legs!.
Even now, five days later, I can still feel his huge cock inside my once virgin Anus, its throbbing heat, its total control of me, before splashing its hot seed deep within my bowels whilst, for the first time in my life I experienced an Anal orgasm.
Incredibly, despite all that he and his black friend had done to me, despite my subjugation, I cannot defeat the stirrings of desire within me each time I recall that morning, even though I am fully aware their domination of me is also backed up by blackmail.
Pages of digital images confirmed everything, and more, of the acts shown on the video cassette were shown to me on Tuesday evening.
‘Master’ had simply let himself into my house with a key he had obviously taken from Alan. At the time I was still in a state of shock at the events earlier that day.
When they had left I lay on my kitchen
table sobbing, aching and aware of combined come juices leaking onto the table.
Eventually I dragged myself up off the table and mixed a strong drink,
‘Masters’ last words. ‘I will be back tonight Slave Bitch, make yourself sexy
for me’ still ringing in my ears. I had, of course, no one to turn to, and no
one to help me. I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making, my husband was
in
Eventually I dragged my weary body upstairs, along with the bottle, and took a long long soak in the bath, all the while my mind flashing back to the unbelievable events
Of earlier before, with the alcohol taking over, naked upon my bed, I had fallen into a long deep sleep, my dreams though, of huge penises shooting hot juices into my fanny and Anus whilst fingers toyed with my breasts and nipples.
And so it had been, with a stifled scream, I had woken to find ‘Master’ softly stroking those very same nipples. My first reaction of course, had been to cover my nudity by grabbing one of the towels I had earlier discarded after my bath.
‘Master’ though was not amused, after throwing the towel to one side and grabbing my tangled hair; he had forced my face to his.
‘I told you to dress sexy for me, Slave Bitch, but here you are, not even ready for your Master’ his voice soft but menacing, but his fingers still toying with my hardened nipple, bringing an unwanted yet exciting tingle between my legs.
‘Be downstairs in ten minutes, I want you in your Red undies set and well made up, Slave Bitch, I have a video and some photos to show you.’
Watching ‘Master’ walk self-assuredly from my bedroom without a backward glance I was stunned at how seemingly effortlessly he had invaded my house and taken over my life. With no other option available, I climbed from my bed and dressed in the Bright Red Bra, thong, stockings and garters as ordered, before carefully applying makeup and brushing my hair. Amazingly, I then found myself spraying on my favourite perfume! I wondering if I should wear shoes, I took a silk dressing gown from its hook before discarding it, thinking it may lead to punishment if I did not follow my instructions to the letter. Then, whilst checking my appearance in the full length mirror, I suddenly realised what I had just said to myself, not only was this young man dominating me physically, I was even beginning to think like a slave!
Descending the stairs had taken a huge effort, but, ‘Master’ standing a the foot of the stairwell had whistled his admiration of my appearance and telling me I was his ‘Beautiful Slave Grace’ I felt myself flushing as red as my undies.
Then it had been the handcuffs and Gag once more, a clever ploy designed to leave me as physically overpowered and helpless as I felt inside.
Thus, after I had been made to kneel on stockinged legs before my television set, Master toyed with my vulnerable body whilst I watched myself apparently enjoying the beatings and fucking I had been subjected to that morning, while now and again, studying the photos Master had spread out before me.
I should of course have felt revulsion and horror; I should have been sickened, disgusted and revolted at this invasion of my body, my privacy, angered beyond words that my house had been invaded by two young monsters.
But the appalling, irrefutable truth was that I was becoming more excited by the minute as Master toyed with my body whilst my eyes widened to the events on the TV screen and I could not help but recollect how those huge penises had taken my body and mind to previously undreamed of heights of ecstasy.
Eventually the Video ended but, by then, Master had two fingers deep inside me and my eyes were closed as I felt the first stirrings of a huge orgasm. Then, suddenly, the fingers were gone.
In despair I opened my eyes, before them, Master was holding a photo of Caroline holding me over her knee, her hand raised in a spanking gesture. Both of us were naked save for black suspender belts and black fishnet stockings.
Then, the question I had been dreading.
‘So Slave Grace, tell me, who is the lovely Blonde with the suntan?’ asked Master,
With a red rubber ball between my lips I could only mumble and shake my head, how could I possibly reveal to him who she is, my own circumstances were one thing, but the idea of revealing, to this young man, the identity of Caroline was wholly unacceptable, having vowed I would never betray her
The shaking of my head told ‘Master’ I was being unhelpful to him.
‘Well, your first spot of disobedience Slave Grace’ the smile on his face whilst he said this worried me, as did his fingers slowly slipping my Bra straps down my arms until, with myself powerless to resist, both cups of my Red Bra were slowly and purposefully pulled down until every part of my breasts were exposed to ‘Master’
It was then I was shown, for the first time, the ‘T’ bar nipple clamps, joined together by a stainless steel chain, held toward me in ‘Masters’ fingers.
With hands cuffed behind me, I could only mumble into the Red ball gag when Master pulled one, already hardened nipple toward him, before slipping the steel device over it and slowly turn the small wheel until the ‘T’ began to push my nipple tightly against the bottom bar, causing me only slight discomfort as the clamp gradually closed, trapping my nipple.
This process he repeated with my other nipple until both were squashed inside steel traps.
Then ‘Master’, taking each clamp in his fingers, began turning the small wheels, gradually my nipples became more and more compressed within the clamps.
The pain began; helplessly I moaned into the ball gag and shook my head as, little by little, my nipples were squashed ever tighter.
‘So, are you ready to tell me all about the Blonde, Slave Grace?
How could I? the very idea was inconceivable, I shook my head in denial.
But, still smiling, ‘Master’ turned the little wheels ever tighter, looking down I saw my nipples unbelievably compressed into flat dark red shapes whilst the incredible pain became almost intolerable.
I pleaded hopelessly with my eyes and moaning, but still the little wheel turned until they could turn no more.
My poor nipples were now turning ever darker. In horror; I watched his fingers take the steel chain connecting the clamps. Suddenly he pulled on the chain.
The agony was incredible, never had I felt such pain, all I could do was plead with my eyes, not daring to move an inch less the chain be pulled tighter still.
‘Well, Slave Grace’?
It was all ‘Master’ needed to say.
Totally defeated, my hopes of protecting Caroline gone, I tearfully nodded my head, wanting nothing more than an end to this unbearable agony, looking down I saw my swollen nipples had turned a dark, red/blue and. Although the initial pain was now a dull ache, I knew one pull of the connecting chain would bring fresh agony. My eyes pleaded with Master.
Desperately hoping he would now remove those terrible clamps, I now nodded my head furiously.
But it was not to be.
‘Okay Slave Grace, when I take out the ball gag, you will answer all of my questions’
Taking hold of the chain again, he went on.
‘If you are holding anything back Grace’
Then he pulled the short steel chain. Agony as never before shot from my poor nipples to my breasts.
I needed no further reminder and my ball gag was slipped from between my lips.
‘Her Name, first of all, Slave Grace’ said Master, studying the clearest picture of Caroline’s face and frowning slightly.
This was betrayal, but I had no option, I could take no more such pain.
‘C..Caroline…………………..H……Caroline Hardy…….I whispered.
For a moment, Master continued frowning, then, the dawn of recognition I had dreaded, his eyes widened and the shock on his face obvious as he studied Caroline Hardy’s beautiful face.
‘Caroline Hardy!.......... the snooty TV news reader, jeez………….I thought I had seen that face before…that’s the same Caroline Hardy, isn’t it, slave Grace ! Demanded Master.
Tearfully, miserably, I nodded confirmation. He though was still thinking aloud.
And her husband is a prominent politician, isn’t he?.
Again I nodded my betrayal complete.
Again Master began toying with that awful chain.
‘Tell me everything Slave Grace, how you met, how your got to know Caroline Hardy and then tell me all about your little Games!’
Slowly, unenthusiastically, I told him.
I told him of how we both used the same very exclusive ladies gym. We had seen each other quite a few times. On one occasion I had seen her beautiful, naked, suntanned body.
To me she looked like a goddess, mid thirties maybe, but she kept her body in such fantastic shape. Caroline must have seen me looking at her incredible breasts because she smiled, then, to my surprise, said.
‘Not so bad yourself, Mrs. Freeman’ this both surprised and pleased me, but I had no lesbian leanings, so took it as a nice compliment only.
After that day we always seemed to bump into each other at the gym. Then, one day, Caroline suggested we take a sauna together.
It’s only a small sauna at the gym, and it was a quiet Monday afternoon so we went in, draped in white towels.
To my surprise, Caroline dropped her towel onto the hot timber bench above mine and lay naked, a few inches, I guess, from my head. So as to make her feel at ease I allowed my own towel to slip onto the bench, leaving us both naked.
All the while Caroline was running her hands down her legs. I couldn’t help but notice she had beautiful hands; her long manicured nails obviously the work of a beautician at the TV studios, even her toe nails were long and manicured.
I could not but help tell Caroline she had the most beautiful nails.
‘Really Grace? That’s so nice of you to say so; perhaps I should arrange my manicurist to visit you’
As she was saying this, Caroline placed a beautifully manicured hand on my naked breast. I gasped a little but said nothing, instead, I watched in amazement as my nipples grew to astonishing firmness. Suddenly one beautiful, long manicured fingernail was gently scratching one of my nipples. I gasped in pleasure.
‘You know Grace, you really do have nipples to die for’ she giggled and then, to my astonishment, squeezed hard upon my nipple before slipping down to my own bench and sitting beside me.
The squeezing of my nipple, I had to admit, was not at all without pleasure, indeed , I found myself tingling to the sensation and was somewhat disappointed when Caroline told me it was time for her to go.
I implored Master to remove my nipple clamps, but he again refused, telling me I would be all the better for it, even though they were now completely numb and dark blue in colour!.
I told Master Caroline and I had taken regular saunas after that and I became complelty enthralled by both he Fame and beauty. Each time we were alone in the sauna we were both naked and Caroline was becoming more and more adventurous with me, amazing me with the skilful little tricks she played upon my body with her manicured fingers, sometimes pinching my nipples, or scratching lightly on my breasts and even my inner thighs. And all this from a woman with a husband and two children!
At the same time Caroline was, almost without my noticing, becoming more and more dominant over me to the extent that I was now told when to be at the gym, told I must tell her when my husband was away and even what exercises I must do, telling me she would give me a good spanking should I disobey her!
Her behaviour toward me only tended to heighten my sense of enthrallment toward Caroline and it came as no real surprise when, one day, sitting together in the sauna, Caroline, whilst gently soothing my nipple, kissed me full on the mouth.
It was the first time another woman had ever kissed me in such a way. Caroline’s tongue entered my mouth and pushed against my own. I could not help but respond such was my previously unknown pleasure.
‘I really do think I will give you that spanking’ said Caroline shortly, then,
‘Your husband is away if I remember so, you will make me Dinner on Friday evening Grace; I’m off the TV rota this weekend, so I shall be at your house for 7.30sharp be sure to wear something sexy for me’
With that, Caroline had departed, leaving me breathless and not a little confused. Most of all though I was excited at the prospect of having such a famous person to Dinner, even if I could not exactly advertise the event!
Again Master refused to remove the clamps from my poor nipples but I managed to continue telling him about Caroline and myself
That Friday evening is was nervous as a kitten awaiting Caroline’s arrival. Having prepared a suitable meal I had taken a long hot bath before taking an eternity deciding which outfit I would wear. Eventually I chose a classic ‘Little Black Dress’.
It was very low cut, showing a good amount of breast and, rather daringly, without a Bra. Black fishnet stockings, a thong and matching black suspender belt complete the effect, along with a pair of black 4 inch heel shoes.
To my astonishment, and with giggles from Caroline, I saw upon her arrival, that she had chosen almost the same outfit, only the dress being slightly different
After having studied my own dress Caroline made pretence at small talk. Suddenly her hands were on my Breasts.
‘Oh Grace, no Bra! You naughty girl, looks as though I really will need to spank you!’
And then I was in her arms, being kissed again, her tongue searching for mine!
I told Master the evening seemed to pass in a haze.
I served drinks, amazingly finding myself upon my knees before Caroline who stroked my hair and my breasts from her chair.
I served dinner, then incredibly, after being told to, removed my thong and placed the tiny black garment on Caroline’s side plate for her to use as a napkin!
Caroline, accepting my offer of coffee after Dinner, then astonished me by telling me I would serve the coffee without my dress.
In the kitchen, my mind ablaze with erotic thoughts, I slipped of the little black dress. My near nakedness all too evident to me, I collected the coffee tray and, although Caroline had seen my naked body on numerous occasions already, walked into the Dining room with a rapidly beating heart and constricted throat.
Caroline though was sitting, legs crossed, in a fireside chair. She was as naked as myself, her beautifully tanned, firm body glowing in the artificial light.
So once again, as she drank her coffee, I found myself kneeling before Caroline, only this time, naked save for stockings, suspenders and shoes, proud to receive the erotic
attentions, of a famous, TV personality. I was, I told Master, utterly beguiled and only to willing to be subservient toward her.
So much so that I had no objection to Caroline pulling me over her knees prior to giving me the most amazingly sensual spanking. One manicured hand slapped and stoked my bottom alternately. whilst one the other roamed across every inch of my body, soothing me, exploring me and finally entering me until I shuddered and shook to the most glorious orgasm.
And then I was back on my knees once again.
I found it difficult to tell Master, but decided I must.
Caroline, after setting me back upon the Carpet, had then leant back in her chair before, slipping forward slightly, she spread her legs.
I had looked in awe at the well trimmed golden thatch the TV personality was presenting to me. Despite her silence, I was in no doubt as to what was required of me.
Never before in my life, had I been so close to another woman’s sex. And most certainly, never had I experienced the confusion of sexual feelings that were now running through my mind and body.
Suddenly Caroline was pushing a finger into her sex. And then, a moment later the same finger, now slick with her juices, was being held to my lips. Closing my eyes I pushed my tongue out to meet the finger. Tasting for the first time, another woman’s juices, I sucked the finger into my mouth, my tongue running all over the digit as though it were a mini penis.
With no bidding from Caroline, I found myself leaning forward, my hands resting upon her thighs, my face melting into her muscled stomach, kissing the tanned flesh as my mouth slipped further and further down toward the exciting aroma and soft golden down hair of her Sex.
Caroline’s hands were now upon my head, gently massaging my hair when my probing tongue found and then parted her sex lips.
I sensed her tremble, her hands gripping my head ever tighter in her obvious pleasure.
This was, I admit, just as exciting for myself. Novice that I most certainly was, I was, nonetheless, thoroughly enjoying my first taste of Caroline Hardy, TV personality, wife of the prominent politician
Soon my tongue, greedy for her wonderful tasting juices, found her clit and was licking and thrashing the little muscle with gusto whilst, above me, Caroline moaned and whimpered in her own pleasure, her thighs now gripping my head , such was her
Enjoyment!
Eventually, with Caroline unleashing a huge scream of passion, her loves juices began gushing into my welcoming mouth. I drank her juice with wholehearted fervour and, amazingly, found myself reaching an orgasm along with Caroline.
That, I told Master, had been the first time. After that Caroline had decided on the occasions she would visit, I had taken on the role of an obedient lover. On each occasion I would serve her Dinner before being stripped and spanked, sometimes by the fire, sometimes in my Bedroom, always dressed as Caroline desired.
I had no alternative but to tell Master that Caroline was due to visit on the forthcoming Friday evening. His slight tug on the metal nipple clamp chain was enough to ensure that!
Eventually Master told me I must tell him about the photos of Caroline and myself.
Unable to delay any further I told Master the photos had been my little secret, wanting no more that to be able to look of Caroline’s beautiful body in my bed whenever my husband was away.
Before one of Caroline’s visits I had primed a Digital Camera in my bedroom. A continuous timing device was switched on when we began ‘playing’. Later I had printed off the best of the pictures on my own computer, and then hidden them in my bedroom before erasing the images from the camera. I had been stupid, now I had betrayed her!
How utterly stupid off me, but never in my wildest dreams did I image the situation I was now in.
She herself was innocently unaware of their existence. I dreaded the thought of her being shown them, knowing full well Caroline, with her high powered career, her Politician husband and teenage children would be left with very little alterative but to go along with whatever demands were made of her!.
Yet again, I pleaded for the removal of the nipple clamps. This time I was surprised to find Master acquiescing to my request. Telling me I had earned this kindness but that they would go straight back on my nipples again should I displease him!
Leaning toward me, Master’s fingers took the tiny metal wheels within the ‘T Clamps’. Such was the numbness in my nipples that I felt nothing whilst he slowly turned the wheels to allow the ‘T’ Bar to open, thereby releasing my flattened, Red/Blue nipples.
Still I felt nothing when, after discarding the clamps, he took each nipple into his fingers and start to gently rub them.
Suddenly though, with the blood rushing back into the disgorged nipples, so did the pain, a pain I really had, never ever known, I screamed, screamed at the top of my voice. But Master continued rubbing my nipples until incredible raptures of sexual pleasure kicked in and I was overcome by such a colossal orgasm I could feel my juices running down my inner thigh!
Later, I had been stunned to learn ‘Master’ had bought with him two large holdalls.
He was, he casually informed me, moving into the house whilst my husband was away, telling me I would cancel any appointments I had for the next two weeks except for Caroline’s visit. I was, he told me, to be trained over the coming week. I was to be an obedient and faithful sex slave for him!
Those days, and nights, passed for me in a haze of sexual enlightenment and fulfilment. My life had changed in the space of a day and, I had to admit, I was even part enjoying being the plaything of this young man; it had been a long time, if ever, that I had felt so desirable!
Obediently, and of course, without other options, I had cancelled all my engagements for the next two weeks, claiming illness. My husband, who rang me daily, I told all was okay at home!
Day and night my young Master kept me dressed only in my sexiest lingerie, my ‘Slave Collar’ and what I learned to be a ‘Crotch Rope.’ A short length of soft red cord, that, after being tied around my waist, was then passed under and between my buttocks, then under my body to be tied again around my stomach, tied tight enough to ensure the cord bisected my fanny lips, thus ensuring pleasure whenever I moved.
At night I was tied naked to my bed, my young Master naked beside me, playing with me, toying with me, giving me such lingering stimulus I would never have realised were possible.
Being fucked whilst tied spread-eagled opened a whole new window of excitement. The taking away of my freedom of choice, by implication, removing any sense of guilt I may have felt in making no attempt to resist my Master.
By the second night I had been fucked so often I had lost count. My Cunt and Anus were by then so used to being filled by Masters throbbing cock that both orifices now felt empty when not filled by him!.
My first task each morning was to suck Masters Cock whilst he lay in bed. Amazingly I found myself warming to the task, practising and refining my cock sucking skills before greedily drinking every last drop of his seed, keeping my mouth clamped over Masters Cock until told I may remove it.
I was both spanked and lightly whipped on a regular basis. At times it was painful yes, but I soon realised the pain was always followed by pleasure and it was not long before I began to look forward to this ‘Punishment’. Punishment, that Master said I deserved, for any number of indiscretions on my part.
So much so that after only two days I had learnt to kneel before Master, hands upon head each time he entered the room.
I was taught to ask Masters Permission before I carried out the most basic of tasks.
I learnt to ask Master which underwear I was to wear each time I dressed.
I learnt that when Master clicks his fingers I must crawl across to him on hands and knees, before begging him to allow me to suck his cock.
I learnt that, whenever Master spanked me before pulling my buttocks apart, I had to beg him to fuck my anus, an event I soon began to look forward to with relish!
Most of all though, I learnt that I had, all my life, been waiting for this to happen to me!
In short, I had appreciated I was a natural submissive, a Slave in the making, happy to submit to whatever demands my Master made of me. My only real concerns being Caroline’s visit and of course, the return of my husband!
On the third night Master had taken me to the bedroom as usual. Rather than tying me to the bed as usual though he had made me kneel upon the carpet, wearing just my stockings and suspenders.
To my horror, he then called downstairs. Moments later I watched the black lad Jimmy, my first ‘rapist’ walk nonchalantly into my Bedroom, stark naked, his massive cock already erect and throbbing.
It took every inch of will power I possessed to maintain my position upon the Carpet with my hands upon my head, as I stared at the massive black cock a few feet away.
‘Remember your training’ said Master.
It was then ‘Jimmy’ clicked his fingers.
I should of course have protested.
I should of course have told both young men to leave my house.
I should of course have covered my nudity.
I did none of those things. Instead, keeping my hands upon my head, I crawled on my knees across the carpet and took Jimmy’s massive throbbing cock into my mouth.
Keeping my hands upon my head in my gesture of submission, I sucked and licked every inch of Jimmy’s cock before, licking the underside, taking his balls into my mouth and then taking the whole of his cock deep into my throat.
Above me Jimmy was moaning his appreciation, telling my Master how good I was, how well he had trained me. I was, he said, a credit to him.
An extraordinary sense of pride engulfed me at these words. I was a credit to my Master!.. MY.. Master, MY Master also belonged to me!
Somehow that was so important to me!.
With my new found understanding, I doubled my efforts upon Jimmy’s cock. It was not long before, with a huge groan, he was shooting spurts of hot semen into my mouth. I swallowed greedily unwilling to lose a single drop, so proud was I of my abilities and not until Jimmy told me to, did I stop my sucking every last drop of his juice, did I slip my lips from his now flaccid cock.
Master told me how pleased he was with my obedience, at how well I had taken to my training. Again I flushed with pride. That night I experienced my first ‘voluntary’ threesome, sandwiched in my bed between Master and Jimmy, obediently enjoying the hitherto undreamed of sensation of having two huge cocks filling my cunt and Anus at the same time!
And now it was Friday and I was watching again the video Master had first shown me on Tuesday night.
Once again my fanny throbbed with excitement at the events on the screen, despite my now aching arms and mouth, forced to remain open by the new harness gag Master had fitted.
Then his hands were on my shoulders, caressing, stroking, his lips kissing my neck before moving his hands down to the V between my legs, fingers slipping between my cunt lips.
Despite being strung up from the ceiling beams in my bedroom, dressed only in my now accustomed lingerie, tonight the black see through set, I was happy, Master was caressing his Slave, for a minute I was able to forget about the awfulness of what was about to happen!.
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Chapter Two
Will
Slave Grace was soaking wet even as I pushed her thong top one side, my fingers entering her receptive cunt.
Whimpering with pleasure into her new Harness gag, Slave Grace, on her toes, leaned back against me as much as her bondage would allow.
During the last few days I had fixed a number of bondage items around the house.
This one, in the bedroom was a ‘Block’ pulley device that, by rope, held a 3 foot wide ‘spreader’ bar with hooks attached to each end.
At that moment Slave Grace, by means of leather wrist cuffs, was secured to the hooks in the spreader bar. This after hoisting Slave Grace up by the pulley and tying of the rope to one of her wardrobe door handles.
I still found it incredible that I had managed to carry out my fantasy and even more.
My decision to move in with Slave Grace had been on impulse. How glad was I about that!
The bossy wife façade, presented by Grace Freeman, had been a veneer, a hidden subservient lay beneath. This I realised that first night.
When Slave Grace had walked down the stairs, dressed as ordered, and smelling as though she had applied her best perfume I noticed the dark area on her red thong, the Slave Bitch was wet even then, so I decided then, I would move in for a week or so and train my Slave Bitch, just like I had read in those books!.
As for the Blonde, Caroline, I had been staggered to learn of her actual identity, and, after tying Slave Grace to her bed for the night, I had rung Jimmy and told him about the posh voiced newsreader.
Jimmy, who had been unaware of my decision to move into Graces house, was amazed himself.
‘Hey Will, how about making that posh bitch eat her own panties, or better still, gag her with them after I’ve shot my bolt into them!. ‘
‘Good thinking Jimmy’ I replied. ‘Hey, we could get both bitches naked and make them have a wrestling match; loser gets to lick the others anus!’
‘Hey, Will. You given any thought about how we get hold of her, sure you got photos, but how we gonna use them…………..?’
It was then I remembered my comment to Slave Grace about having her own website…it had been a joke………but…….what if?
I had never realised just how easy it is to
obtain a website, especially, when you have a ‘net buddy,’ a computer buff
living in
So, for the following two evenings, with Slave Grace tied to her bed upstairs, Jimmy and I used her own computer to download the original images of Grace and Caroline Hardy to our new site via our net friend.
It was, in fact, a discussed site our friend had taken over. Now though it was a site dedicated to Caroline Hardy & Grace Freeman. With its own innocuous ‘www’address, the difference was that to open the site you now needed a password. Then, one by one, you could view the images of the two women in various stages of erotic lovemaking.
That night, to congratulate ourselves, Jimmy and I gave our Slave Grave probably the most enjoyable night of her life.
Unencumbered no longer by feeling of guilt or shame Slave Grace proved to be the most responsive submissive middle aged woman possible.
Grace was readily enjoying the attentions of two much younger ‘Masters’, having orgasm upon orgasm over and over again as we filled our slave’s holes with our seed.
Grace even cried out for more when double fucked in cunt and Anus, this we gave her with a severe spanking whilst we rode her!
And now it was Friday at last. I was ready, Grace, gagged and strung up to the ceiling Beam, wearing just her see through undies was ready. Although she was very nervous and, I knew, not looking forward to the evening at all, Grace now acknowledged her new life as a Slave, knowing full well decisions were now made for her, not by her.
Then I heard the sound of Car tyres upon gravel. Parting the Bedroom curtain slightly, I saw a very smart BMW enter the driveway before coming to a full stop near the front door. Moments later the late evening sunshine glinted upon the little black dress of the curvy, gorgeous blonde, alighting from the Car.
A little nervous myself now, I pulled the curtain back to its closed position. Moments later I heard the sound of the door chimes. I walked back across to Slave Grace who was now wearing a look of anxiety and trepidation. Caressing her Breasts, I kissed her forehead and told her.
‘Not your problem Grace, you can blame it all on your Master, so don’t worry, just enjoy it!’
Having purposely left the front door ajar it was not surprise when I heard the cultured, almost snobbish voice I recognised from the TV calling out.
‘Grace………….Grace…………where are you…..you’d better not be still in the bath!’
Now it was time for Grace to remember her one line. I took the gag ball from between her lips.
‘Don’t forget Grace, its or your friend on her own website if you are naughty!’
‘Up here Caroline darling, in my room, just finishing my makeup………do come on up’ said Grace with remarkable composure for a woman strung up in her own room.
Then I replaced her gag.
And then there was the sound of heels upon the varnished wooden stairs and landing.
Click click…..click click………click click…….as. I took up my position behind the open door after switching on a spotlight I had earlier rigged up.
Caroline Hardy strode into the Bedroom. The room being ‘L’ shaped, she saw nothing at first, only Grace’s empty bed.
Walking further into the room Caroline could then look to her left, to where the spotlight shone, to where the semi naked and gagged Grave Freeman, hanging by the wrists from a spreader bar connected her bedroom ceiling beams, mumbled unintelligibly through her gag at Caroline Hardy.
‘Oh my God…………..Grace…………..what the hell………….what the hell has happened, what are you doing …………oh my…………god!
Very quietly I closed and locked the bedroom door, placing the key in my pocket.
Caroline Hardy, TV personality, came to an abrupt halt when she saw her strung up near naked lover.
From behind, she looked very beautiful in her short little black dress.
Her long legs, clad in seamed black stockings, tapered excitingly down to the high heeled black shoes. Her well rounded, well muscled bottom pushed delightfully against the soft chiffon of her black dress.
I took a deep breath; this was going to be brilliant!
‘Grace!!!. What the hell? Oh my God!’ exclaimed Caroline.
‘Beautiful isn’t she Caroline; take a good look at her, doesn’t it excite you, think about yourself being strung up as well, facing Grace., so close your bodies are touching!’
Caroline whirled around toward the sound of my voice, a thousand and one questions going through her mind at once when she saw me standing before the now locked bedroom door.
That night I really had dressed the part of a good ‘Master’, Black leather trousers, black Tee shirt and black shoes.
Caroline Hardy stared at me, her beautiful face expressing bewilderment, totally uncertain of the situation.
Gone was the calm, collected TV Personality, replaced by the panic stricken look of a rabbit caught in a Car’s headlights until she suddenly found her voice.
‘Who the hell are you’ she demanded, then,
‘I don’t know what the hell is going on here or how you know my name, but you’d better take my friend down from there this minute…………..or I shall call the police!’ blustered Caroline Hardy.
I though, simply smiled at Caroline, whilst holding out a mobile phone toward her.
‘Be my Guest’ I said softly.
For a long moment Caroline stared at the proffered instrument, before, obviously realising she was in no position to make any such call, she nervously repeated her demand that I release Slave Grace, whilst eyeing the door behind me in the hope it may have been unlocked.
I though showed her the key. Now though, knowing Caroline had to listen to me, it was time for her to learn of her own fate!
‘Slave’ Grace stays right where she is Caroline’ I began
‘And whilst she does so you and I are going to have a look at some photos’
With that I stepped away from the door, past an incredulous Caroline Hardy, and across to the small computer desk I had bought into the room earlier.
Turning, I looked back toward Caroline. Uncertainty clouded her previously self-assured features. She looked back toward the captive Slave Grace then across to me.
‘Come here Caroline’ I said it as a demand, not a request and Caroline looked across at me with a look of sheer revulsion upon her lovely face.
Slowly, perhaps aware she may well soon be seeing things she did not wish to see, Caroline walked over to the desk.
The disdainful expression changed to a look of pure horror when she viewed for the first time the laid out photos of herself and Slave Grace.
Smiling, I watched Caroline look down upon the desk to the assembled photos, for a long time, unable to believe her own eyes.
‘Oh my God, oh my God!’ Caroline Hardy’s ordered world had suddenly been turned upside down.
‘Oh my God! Grace! What have you done to me! How the hell could you?’ she said, slowly whispering the words. Grace of course could not answer but nonetheless tried to apologise into her gag.
‘You must not be too hard on Grace’ I interjected
‘She never meant to harm you Caroline, after all, how did she know I would ever come across them’
Turning to me, Caroline Hardy’s face looked like thunder.
‘Who the hell are you anyway’?
‘Do you know who I am? Do you know how important I am? How important my husband is?
What are you planning to do, sell these to a newspaper? Do you think for one moment you will get away with whatever blackmail and perverted plans you have cooked up, you stupid little boy!’ she said with such venom she almost had me believing her………….almost, but I had already achieved too much to allow her superior tone to belittle me, not with my Slave Grace listening!
As with Grace Freeman a week earlier, this bitch needed taking all the way down from her superior attitude.
My open right hand flew toward Caroline Hardy’s beautiful face. The satisfying sound of my palm exploding upon Caroline’s face resulted in her sprawling across the bedroom carpet amid howls of anguish
Without further argument I leaned over her, grabbing a fistful of that famous blonde hair.
Briefly I looked across toward the horrified slave Grace before dragging on her bottom a now tearful, sobbing and very terrified TV celebrity, by the hair, back to the computer table, then I slapped her again, this time on her other cheek.
Caroline Hardy, crying openly and vainly trying to prise my hand from her hair, was told she would get more of the same unless she learnt to behave PDQ.
Obliviously terrified of another beating she removed her hands from mine, sobbing and wincing as I pulled her to an upright kneeling position.
‘Look and learn bitch’
Before Caroline’s terrified eyes I tapped a web address into the laptop computer sat on the desk.
A couple of seconds later a web site appeared. From the page two semi naked women cuddled each other, only their faces had been blacked out.
A stunned Caroline Hardy saw herself and
Slave Grace in the semi naked embrace and the legend. ‘Discover more of these Mature
Beauties Inside. Now type in the password’
‘Okay Bitch’ I said, ‘Let’s see what’s inside’
Pulling Caroline’s head a little nearer the Screen, I typed the words MY SLAVES into the password box.
Another Web window opened, a page of ten photos appeared.
. Caroline Hardy watched in horror-struck silence whilst I double clicked on each in turn to full page size, each photo showing the two women clearly engaged in naked Dom and Sub lesbian sex acts.
Pulling hard on the Blonde hair, I turned Caroline’s tear stained face toward mine.
‘Now, you stupid bitch, I have an email ready to send to a list of address’s, the email gives the site address and the password, which I can change when I please. Shall I start with your husband, then perhaps his political bosses?. What about your children first though? Then of course your own bosses, that’s before I get to the newspapers of course?
Caroline Hardy visibly shrunk before my eyes. Her thin veneer of arrogant superiority gone, sobbing uncontrollably now, realising the dreadful position she was now in.
‘Stand up bitch’ I shouted, keen to fully emphasize fully my control of her situation.
Caroline struggled to her feet, her eyes darting around the Bedroom, at Grace, at the Door, at me, then back again to those pictures on the computer.
‘H………how much’? she mumbled, not looking at me.
I laughed then, a low mocking laugh
‘oh, its not your money I want Caroline, at least not yet anyway,………… no, its you I want, and you I’m going to have, as my Slave, along with Slave Grace over there’. T
Turning I walked over to stand behind Grace Freemen and caressed her nipples through her black Lace Bra ‘And you ARE my Slave, aren’t you Grace?’
Caroline Hardy looked across at Grace who then nodded her concurrence, her eyes meeting those of the stunned Caroline who could only mumble ‘oh dear God!’
‘Now its your choice Caroline’ I said, still fondling Graces now hardened nipples.
‘You can either get out of here now…………………….or you come over here, put you hands on your head and apologise to your new Master for your earlier disobedience’!
The choice for Carline Hardy, beautiful blonde TV news reader was a desolate one indeed, but, other than having her marriage, family and career ruined, she with no option but, after a long long pause, to slowly and desolately make her way across the bedroom toward Grace and myself. !
To be continued
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